Senescence Lyrics

our time is on its way
all things must come to pass
but i'd rather end the world
than see us fall apart
they say at thirty-five
your body starts to die
we are running out of time, but
if we can save our minds
inside a hard-disk drive
then i guess i'd be fine
but i can't live this life
much longer

(senescent and discontent)

i guess i'll wait
in slow decay
anticipate
the end of days